Even before to-day.

With you ’tis quite diff’rent,—the matter,—

You’ve priv’lege entire of your life;

But my freedom bows to restriction,—

I am another man’s wife.

 He

Yes, another man’s wife, but the honor

The Fates have conferred, it would seem

He doesn’t the quite appreciate,—

At least, ’tis the knowledge I gleam.

From observing his attitude towards you,

Which I’m sure,—and you can but agree,

Is not in the least in keeping with what

A husband’s towards a wife should be.

 She

And his failing you think permits me

Favor to accept at your hands,

That the vow I took at the altar

Ceases to impose its demands.

In sickness or health I promised,

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